Read brief article where the Zuni Indians of Arizona have similiar words as the Japs and their pottery and beliefs parellel. They are inland now, but were they a Pacific costal tribe to have contacted the Japs before?

Oh, the Club Members draw circles
Up and down the block
I'd ask them what the matter was
But I know that they don't talk
And the ladies treat me kindly
And furnish me with tape
But deep inside my heart
I know I can't escape
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
Stuck Inside Of Clovis With The Multiple Simultaneous Independent Invention Theory Again

Well Bednarik he's in the alley
With his pointed shoes and his bells
Speaking to some French girl
Who says she knows me well
And I would send a message
To find out if she's talked
But the post office has been stolen
And the mailbox is locked
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
Stuck Inside Of Clovis With The Multiple Simultaneous Independent Invention Theory Again

Merceia Eliade tried to tell me
To stay away from the train line
He said that all the railroad men
Just drink up your blood like wine
And I said "Oh I didn't know that
But then again there's only one I've met
And he just smoked my eyelids
And punched my cigarette"
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
Stuck Inside Of Clovis With The Multiple Simultaneous Independent Invention Theory Again

Charles Olson died last week
And now he's buried in the rocks
But everybody still talks about
How badly they were shocked
But me, I expected it to happen
I knew he'd lost control
When he built a fire on Main Street
And shot it full of holes
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
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Now Hrdlicka came down here
Showing ev'ryone his gun
Handing out free tickets
To the wedding of his son
And me, I nearly get busted
And wouldn't it be my luck
To get caught without a ticket
And be discovered beneath a truck
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
Stuck Inside Of Clovis With The Multiple Simultaneous Independent Invention Theory Again

Now the Bureau of Indian Affairs looked so baffled
When I asked them why they dressed
With twenty pounds of headlines
Stapled to their chests.
But they cursed me when I proved it to them
Then I whispered, "Not even you can hide
You see, you're just like me
I hope you're satisfied"
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
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Now the Shaman gave me two cures
Then he said, "Jump right in"
The one was Texas medicine
The other was just railroad gin
And like a fool I mixed them
And it strangled up my mind
And now, people just get uglier
And I have no sense of time
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
Stuck Inside Of Clovis With The Multiple Simultaneous Independent Invention Theory Again

When Meria Sybilla Merian says come see her
In her honky-tonk lagoon
Where I can watch her waltz for free
'Neath her Panamanian moon
And I say, "Aw come on now
You know you know about my debutante"
And she says, "Your debutante just knows what you need
But I know what you want"
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
Stuck Inside Of Clovis With The Multiple Simultaneous Independent Invention Theory Again

Now the footprints lay in Monte Verde
Where the neon madmen climb
They all fall there so perfectly
It all seems so well timed
And here I sit so patiently
Waiting to find out what price
You have to pay to get out of
Going through all these things twice
Oh, Mama, is this really the end
Stuck Inside Of Clovis With The Multiple Simultaneous Independent Invention Theory Again

"Man is a marvellous curiosity. When he is at his very, very best he is sort of a low-grade nickel-plated angel; at his worst he is unspeakable, unimaginable; and first and last and all the time he is a sarcasm."

Stuck Inside Of Clovis With The Multiple Simultaneous Independent Invention Theory Again

And I say again, I really did have you figured out all wrong! That's actually made me howl with laughter for the first time in two days (expensive dentistry, arguments with better half, then my beloved cat Noodle vanishing - thankfully she turned up again this morning) - it just about scans if you cram those last few syllables fast enough. Also helps that that's one of the Bob songs I really like.

I will use "JAPS" forever. My oldest brother fought in the Pacific in WWII. He had a chunk of his back taken out with a sword by a "JAP" officer while he was trying to help one of his "JAP" soldiers wounded in the barbed wire. His Thompson and a dozen rounds of .45 took care of the sword carrier. We still have the sword. The social times were different. We are seeing perhaps another revolution of races within the near future. Being a conservative and hoping for the best, food, water, and ammunition have been stored in case none are availiable. All we have on our property perimeter is a "ACTUNG MINEN" sign and two fat pet goats. No mines, of course. We have an eccentric ex-paratrooper from the Nam on our property from the south who has a beautiful Viet Cong bunker he remembers dug. All he needs is a few machine guns, which, of course, are illegal. As you might imagine, ours is not your typical suburban neighborhood. However, when SHTF, when the Comanches get pissed again with us Texians, we will have some extra beds.

Actually, gunny, MG’s are not illegal.
You just have to pay a $200.00 Federal tax per weapon.
The verious states can control your use of them, but not your possession.
If it is worth it to you or your buddy, do some research.